owie...but good

No one told me when I started yoga, oh 6-7 years ago, that it could be strenuous. See, at the time, I was convinced I was made of eggshells or some equally fragile substance. Well, I know that now. What I didn't know was that I didn't keep up on my own. Thought I did. Seemed pretty flexible. Well, WRONG!! So, owie. But its okay. I feel alive. And lighter. Not sure how that works. Must be an alignment thing. At least I understood what was going on. I hate being *the new kid* and having no idea what is happening. No, I'm not a control freak. (smirk)